That night, when Lilia returned to the Lakeside Villa, it was almost nine.
Her face was filled with fatigue, and she couldn't help but sigh heavily as she entered the door.
The light was on in the living room, but the man was not there.
She changed her shoes as she entered the door, took off her coat and leaned back on the sofa, constantly rubbing her brows.
'This headache I swear...!'
The sound of steady footsteps came from the second floor. Lilia raised the corner of her eye and saw the figure of a man walking in gray household clothes. Her voice softly called out. "Jean ..."
"So busy at work?" The man stepped slowly beside her, frowning when he saw that her finger was still at the corner of her forehead.
Jean stretched out his hand and stroked her cheek. Then, a slightly cold touch brought his eyebrows closer.
Lilia took his palm and rubbed her cheek on it. "Not really, I just discussed with Harold in the company for too long!"
Hearing this, the man sighed. While sitting beside her, he pulled her aside and gently rubbed her forehead. "Do you want to continue?"
Lilia closed her eyes halfway, leaned on his shoulder and enjoyed her husband's massage. "I want to tell you about this, do you have any evidence that Milia is the culprit?"
Initially, she wanted to delay it for a bit.
But this afternoon, she had a look at her schedule from the Aphrodite Agency.
Almost every day, she has eight events scheduled for her.
Albert indirectly explained that he wanted to milk her for money, but Lilia didn't want to!
"Yes, wanna see?"
Lilia got up from the man's shoulder and lowered his fingers that were rubbing her forehead, her eyes rolling. "Is the evidence strong?"
"Of course!" The man said curtly, his eyes sinking.
After hearing this, Lilia gradually smiled, and she turned her head to look at the man. "Then ... at eight o'clock tomorrow night, help me put it online!"
The man narrowed his eyes with a deep expression. "Are you planning to leak it?"
"Yes, coincidentally, the interview will be broadcast that night. What she said and what she did... Let people find the difference."
The corner of Lilia's tired eyes was blinding. When she said her words, the man's gentle voice overflowed with a small smile. "Is that all?"
"Of course!"
...
Early in the morning the next day, Lilia went to Minerva Hospital.
The news of her getting back to work reached everyone's ears.
Currently, the news that William was injured from saving her was still a hot topic discussed on the Internet.
And when she appeared here today, she also faced the crowd.
At 8:30 AM, Lilia, Harold and two of their assistants stepped into the hospital's inpatient ward. This scene was immediately recorded by the journalists on duty.
Outside the door, Lilia knocked on it gently. When the nurse came to open the door, she was a little surprised to see her. "Miss Lilia."
"Hello, can I come?."
The nurse looks at the hospital bed in embarrassment. "Here... wait a minute, I'll ask Mr. William."
"Good."
After the nurse closed the door, within three seconds, she hurriedly opened the door again. "Please come in, please enter!"
She? couldn't be blamed for being too careful. After all, during this period of time, William rejected everyone except Milia.
Harold followed Lilia, and when the two of them entered the ward, they squinted.
The room was very dim, no lights were turned on, and the curtains were tightly closed. This room reeked? of a lifeless smell.
William is still lying on the hospital bed. Under the dim light, his black eyes slowly looked towards Lilia.
"Lilia ..."
Lilia stood in front of the bed and looked at William, who looked like a mental person. Then she looked back at Harold and raised her hand to turn on the top light switch.
The sudden bright light made William frown. He looked away and his voice was hoarse. "Turn off!"
Harold frowned and ignored him.
Lilia sighed softly, placing the flower in her hand on the bedside table as well as placing the fruit basket Harold had brought. "How's your wound?"
After a moment, William whispered hoarsely. "Lilia, do you still care about my life?"vAfter which, he turned his head faintly.
When faced with Lilia's gaze, William showed his sunken, stubborn face in front of everyone.
The man seems to be having a bad time, his eyes are dull, the beard at the corners of his mouth starts to grow, and his voice is hoarse.
Lilia tugged at the corners of her lips, and her eyes were calm as she said, "Of course I care!"
William's silence ended as he flickered for a moment. "How about you? Has your wound healed?"
"Yes."
After a few simple conversations, silence spread across the ward.
Then, William moved his body slightly, and pointed to the sofa near the door. "Sit down, don't be so serious. It's no big deal, I'm just a cripple. When you have free time later, I hope you can play with a disabled person like me."
Lilia didn't speak, but Harold looked at her impatiently.
"Medical techniques are so advanced nowadays. Besides, you are young and you can definitely recover in time." Lilia's seemingly comforting tone made William laugh in a low voice.
He mocked himself and shook his head and said, "Lilia, don't say such a thing. The paralysis caused by a vertebral fracture cannot be healed easily, but seeing you fine, I am relieved."
When the man said it, Harold snorted the entire time.
According to him, William dramatized everything since he was a good actor.
See how cunningly he 'sold' his sorrow for the suffering because of love.
It was very hard for him to believe that William would be completely paralyzed.
Lilia heard Harold's cold snort and looked at him helplessly.
There was an implicit warning in her eyes, beckoning the man to hold back.
Harold gripped his fist and coughed slightly against his lips. "Sorry, I'll come out for a bit and wait for you!"
After he left, William looked back, and a cold light flashed through his eyes. Still, it quickly passed. Then he sighed softly moments later.
"Lilia, you don't need to worry about me, I'm fine and you need not feel guilty. I want to save you, so don't ever blame yourself," he said.
After he finished speaking, he glanced affectionately at Lilia. Even though his current figure was still somewhat pitiful, there was uncontrollable affection on the man's decadent brows.
Lilia puffed her brows almost imperceptibly, and stood there looking at him deeply with a faint tone. "Anyway, I want to thank you for saving me from a serious injury. We are still investigating this matter. Apart from seeing your condition, we also want to talk to you about what happened that day."
William lowered his head. "While still investigating, what has been found?"
Damn you Milia, she didn't tell him that Lilia was investigating this matter!
Lilia caught William's secretive expression. She raised her eyebrows and hesitantly said, "Nothing yet, so I want to ask. Did you see anything when the background board fell that day?"
William looked innocent and answered simply. "Not."
"Isn't there someone else?" Lilia looked thoughtful, then turned around and sat in front of the sofa. "But I vaguely remember someone was behind the background board…"
As soon as she finished saying this, Lilia's gaze suddenly narrowed.
She was just under the bright light, and as soon as the light shook, if she read it right, William covered his ankles with the blanket and clearly moved.
Lilia quickly looked away calmly. She looked at the nurse opposite her with cold eyes.
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